my heart is a trampoline (a giddy little boy jumps freely)
my face is the victim in a tickle fight (giggles grab hold of my lips, my cheeks, and
my bright eyes) and youth are both undisguised
my body is weightless (the breeze lifts it up and out the window)
to float up and away (and go where the wind blows)
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